There's a little lady on my block There's a little lady on my block There's a little lady on my block There's a little lady on my block There's a little
kids and strung out on drugs She don't have nobody she can call Chorus: There's a little lady on my block (x5) There's a little lady on my block She
bustin my gat And I'm wanted by y'all, and my niggas know that Cuz once they fire, my niggas shoot back And straight up on some real shit, I'm a lyrical
I'm taking you on Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom She's like Mike show these pigs what kind of bacon you're on It's funny but don't laugh
diaper Television on the gas tank, the fuel make the ass stank I MEAN to be rude, my bass tubes are in a glass tank Go strap your seatbelts on, go put
years They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears I got suede on my roof. wood grain on the dash Sheep skin on the rug, +Golden Grain+ on the
on some bomb from my comrade blue And got my little bitch catch a contact too House shoes with the blue khaki suit and my locs on Swoopin to some soopafly, gettin my
in trees, to escape the mic that I breathe on Bleed on, exceed on! Weak rappers with titles after twelve Hit a bell that's what I'll feed on! Microphone
Lady Levi) Hey, nah ya goin miss up on the G-Funk era, ya know we said things won for Warren G, and soon turned superstar 11-10-7 D that was my intro
niggas look like stars Jewelry drip, fresh white airs, mommy shake it up keep your ass right there (ohh, can you believe it?) My man got liquor and my
hittin the spliff, sick in the pit On the fiend like I'm missin my shit, they think I'm crazy Catch me hittin your lady in my Mercedes Bird on your baby
bustin my gat And I'm wanted by y'all, and my niggas know that 'cause once they fire, my niggas shoot back And straight up on some real shit, I'm a lyrical
seems they wanna finger print me and gimme some years They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears I got suede on my roof, wood grain on the dash Sheep skin on
, bust the whip Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped To the feds, catch me if you can I'm a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan
look like stars Jewelry drip, fresh white airs, mommy shake it up keep your ass right there (ohh, can you believe it?) My man got liquor and my cup
but supreme in my gas tank Tippin' on the fast lane, chuggin' on some top flight Grindin', shinnin', blindin' like a spot light Swangin' on them cops